We like the image of the butterfly because that's how life feels, harrowing, dark (in the cocoon) the unknown takes over and leaves us utterly changed. But I challenge you to acknowledge the parts that didn't change. For these might be the truest part of you, and far less changeable.
I moved home at age 35 and was looking through boxes of stuff from college, shelved and boxed 15 years earlier. Fresh from packing up my most recent chapter following 6 years in a distant city,I was Well Aware, of what I had chosen to pack, what I paid to store, and what was tossed. What I was Surprised to see (with a sly smile at myself) was that in the boxes packed 15 years before, I had saved the EXACT same stuff. I had birthday cards I'd received, collages I had made, pictures, ceramic mugs I loved, tea. Huh? I travel the world; I mature; I grow up; I make my way in the world, and I find I'm collecting the same exact stuff as when I was 18?! Maybe, I don't change as much as I think I do. Maybe no matter where you drop me, I will recreate the same life, with the same surroundings. Hmmmmm..... it's a comfort I guess to know in a world of constant change that there is a constant in me that doesn't change, but continues to express itself in the same way. Maybe the butterfly houses the same soul as the caterpillar, and this is what I am finding. Eventhough the circumstances have changed radically maybe in the important ways I have not changed at all.
Cheers, to the loving ways we stay the same. Cheers, to a slow realization that "all is not different", Everything does not change as the maxim professes in "change is constant". But rather there is a consistency that outlives change, somewhere deep in the center of us, that keeps creating what we love. I love you!!!!!!!!!! You consistently human, being!
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